OOC: Mary has gone in Talon Company armor, Militia armor, Mafia armor, and raider armor. She has enough training.

OOC: You need special training for Power Armor, like you need to be taught it by like a scientist. Frankly, if you hoped into a Power Armor in real life, you would either collapse within yourself with the armor weight, or would have a heart attack in the heat, if you didn't have proper training.

Frank Linville-Prison Room-Afternoon:

"Oh [censored], shes gone!" He grabbed onto the intercom

"WE HAVE A ESCAPED WASTELANDER! REMOVE ALL HELMETS OF TROOPERS AND ASK FOR PAPERS!" Frank shouted, he saw a solider frantically running away. He grinned, he ran up to the solider, and pulled the helmet off

"Tsk Tsk Tsk." that woman from earlier, he injected a sedative into her, removed the Power Armor from her, and threw her into the cell. He put two guards on the door, and told people that she had no food for a week.

The wind howled loudly tthrough the tunnels that lead to Vault 106 as Anastasia slowly closed tthe woodden shack door. She raised the hunting rifle in her hands, slowly walkking down the slope before her as a larhee steel door loomed, the numbers 106 visible and a small console outside. Her eyes went to a camera that reminded her much of the ones in Master Mieux's tower, except for the fact they actually functioned.

"Right... so... I just get a chip?" She dropped the Hunting Rifle in her hand, unstrapping the briefcase from her back and opening it to reveal its contents. Six blue chips with antennas sticking out of them, and a mini-nuke that gave Anastasia a small flare of fear for a feew seconds. She grabbed one of the chips, setting it against the console. A magnetic pull and it latched itself on. Her finger pressed the button, and then!.....

Nothing. Absolutely nothing happened.

"Erm... did I not do it right?" She poked at the button a couple more times, "Hello? Mr.Pro-" Suddenly, a yellow light flickered above head as beeping echoed. Anastasia jumped back, feeling a bit of fear as something began to grind on the other side of the metal door. She grabbed her hunting rifle and quickly raised it as the door slid back and slowly rolled to the left. A large chamber of steel came into view.. along with four bodies hanging from the cieling by cables, some of there limbs missing and much of there flesh decayed.

"My god," Anastasia's feet would not move as she felt sweat dripp down her forehead, "This is... what is tthis... I don't even." The thought of a green field and trees growing brahmin meat suddenly came to her, courage returning. She slowly lifted the briefcase and began to walk forward.

For some reason, Anastasia felt a lack of emotion as she entered the twisted halls of the Vault. A light sensation instead replaced them.

Monroe

Paradise Falls - July 3, 2274 11:00am


"What the f*** do you mean I've got to wait to be cleared to come in?", said Monroe irritably. "You should know who I f****** well am by now, we buy enough product off you people!"

"I'm sorry, sir.", Jerry said as he fidgeted uncomfortably wishing he were somewhere else, but he didn't dare back down. He was new to the meat trade, but he knew exactly who Monroe was....Ashur's man in the Capital Wasteland. And he'd heard the stories about Ashur...how he was a total bad-ass who recruited Raider gangs into his armies by killing their leaders in duels. While the angry Pitt Raider, and his feral looking men scared him, he knew Monroe wasn't about to start a fight over this....and as long as he didn't disrespect the man he'd take it out on Borgia rather than him. If he let Monroe in, though, Borgia just might clip him like he did Grouse. "But those are my orders from Mr. Borgia, sir. No-one is allowed in without his approval. He'd have my ass if I disobey him, even for a good customer like you, sir."

"Bah, I'm wasting my time talking to you!", growled Monroe. "Get someone out here who has the power to think for themselves and let me in so I can spend some of Ashur's caps!" With that, Monroe began pacing irritably in front of the checkpoint outside the Falls. "This little twerp isn't going to back down", thought Monroe as he fought down the urge to throttle Jerry, only partially mollified by his brown nosing. "I wonder how many of 'em Borgia clipped when he staged his little coup. If the stories Mitch heard were right and he had hired Talon Company to install him as Boss, he probably had to clip a few to make sure the rest feared him." Not that he cared, really. Eulogy, while a sharp trader, was a poor excuse for a human being and Monroe doubted if anyone was going to miss him. Betty was delighted when Mitch told them and actually asked to come with him so she could "pay her respects". The thought of what she wanted to do at his grave made him laugh, but he knew the Falls was the last place she ever wanted to see again so he told her no.

Borgia had been busy, he beefed up the Fall's defenses considerably, he had a watchtower up and fortified the checkpoints. He even seemed to be putting his Crew into uniforms and having them fly colors. "But did they earn those colors?", thought Monroe darkly. "I wonder if they did half the s*** I had to do to earn my colors as a Steel Fist back in the day." Or even what a worker who fought thier way to freedom in the Arena had to do, for that matter. He still had those colors though he did not wear them anymore....but the scars were still there, Betty was fascinated with them and would trace them with her fingers as they lay together...when Ashur called out and killed Humongous, the last Boss of the Steel Fists, winning the right to lead the gang the only acceptable way, they joined Ashur's Crew and the Steel Fists became old history. But the price he paid for them was just too high to throw them away.

Noticing movement down the alley to the main gate, he stopped pacing and watched as a tall black man strode towards him, a couple men several steps behind him. Borgia Manus. While he wasn't happy sitting outside like this waiting for Borgia, Monroe had to grudgingly admit to himself Borgia would likely be an improvement over Eulogy. "Not quite as Machiavellian", thought Monroe...who had been looking for a use for that word since Ashur had given him a copy of a old book called "The Prince" a couple years ago and suggested it would be more useful reading than pre-war girlie magazines.

"Brainiac would be proud, I'm certain.", thought Monroe. "Now to business."

"What the f***, Borgia?", said Monroe. "I thought we were cool with Paradise Falls. Eulogy didn't treat me like this."

"No disrespect intended, Monroe.", said Borgia calmly. "If you'd sent word ahead you were coming in person, I could have made arrangements to have someone suitable here to greet you. It's not just you, Jerry here was given strict instructions to do the same with anyone not in my Crew if he didn't want to end up like Grouse. With the recent change in management, I am taking no chances."

"Fair enough", said Monroe, grudgingly conceding Borgia had a point. "You have some product for Ashur?"

"I certainly do", said Borgia affably, relieved that Monroe did not continue to press the point. "Let's head on up and meet the meat!"

Borgia and Monroe, followed by thier men, headed into Paradise Falls. Some of Monroe's men headed for Pronto's, the rest for the Bar in the old Robco shop. Borgia, Monroe, and Monroe's medic headed for the slave pens. Monroe noted that one of the barracks building had, as Mitch told him, been destroyed...apparently by the wrecked aircraft outside. Some slaves were rather inexpertly tearing down the remains of the burned out building so a new one could be erected in it's place.

"Here is the list of what's available", said Borgia as he handed Monroe the list of slaves. "I assume you'll be taking ten as usual?"

"Yeah.", replied Monroe. "Anybody interesting?"

"As far as specialists or people who look to be good fighters, no.", said Borgia as he nodded at Forty to come over. "You might want to check the female pen, we did get a quality piece of tail in recently. Forty here will help you select the product you want, once you've made your choices come in and we'll talk price." Borgia then took his leave and went back to his quarters.

With Forty's assistance, Monroe and his medic looked over the slaves in the pens. Borgia was right though, there was a quality piece of tail in the pens. "Well hello, Susan.", said Monroe. "Fancy meeting you here!"

"F*** you Monroe", said Susan Lancaster bitterly. Forty made a move to butt-stroke her with his rifle, but Monroe gestured for him to stop, which he did. Forty was a psychopath, but even he was smart enough to think twice before crossing Monroe. Seeing the gesture as a sign that Monroe was willing to talk, she walked up the fence and grabbing onto it, looked Monroe dead in the eye. "Get me out of here and I'll do anything you want.", she said. "Anything."

"You want to take the Contract then?", said Monroe. "You know what you'll be doing."

"F*** yes, I'll take it!", exclaimed Susan. "Better you and your men for a few years than being passed around by these perverts until they've torn me up so bad that no one wants me anymore." Forty laughed at this and adjusted his pants.

"Alright then.", said Monroe. "I'll buy you and put you on the contract. Understand this though. I don't care what you did to that p*ick you gacked to escape before...that's history as far as I'm concerned...but you gack a member of my crew and I'll track you down and kill you with my bare hands. If you want to kill for your Freedom tell me and I'll happily send you to the Arena, but you cross me on this you're f****** dead. Got it?".

"Deal.", said Susan.

"I'll take her.", said Monroe to Forty. With the medic's aid they selected eight more, three women besides Susan and five men. None of the rest looked too promising. Monroe then spotted a skinny male, looked like a kid, sitting against the wall in the back of the pen. He looked like someone had really worked him over, his face was badly bruised. "Doesn't look like much", thought Monroe. But for some reason he intrigued him....something about the look in his eyes...or at least the eye that wasn't swollen shut. "But I've got a hunch about this one.".

"So tell me, kid", Monroe said to the slave. "Who did you piss off to get your ass kicked like that, eh?

"I've heard of the Legion. I'm quite impressed with what they've accomplished and to be honest, I'd be interested in beginning some business talks with them. Different story for a different day, I suppose. I've never heard of this NCR. And I know of the [censored] Brotherhood of Steel. Now uh, Dominic. Do you really expect me to give some wastelander who stormed in here, boasting about how talented and special he is a high ranking job based on nothing but the stories he tells? If so, I'm afraid you're a moron, or took me for a moron before arriving. Either way, let me be perfectly straightforward here. You wish to join the Paradise Slavers, great. I am always in need of new men. However, you begin where I say you begin, and work your way up. Just as every other slaver. If you have a problem I'll have my men escort you back to the Wasteland. If you're as talented as you claim, you should have no issues rising up to a somewhat prestigious position. Now, hurry up kid, I have important business to attend to."

"Borgia do not insult me, you call me a moron but I have more intelligence then every man in this place. Sure I walked right into your place without permission but that is because I don't fear anyone here, I could kill every man in this place. Now you may think I am being cocky but Borgia I have been trained by the greatest killers in the United States. And for your information I am no Wastelander, I am a Legionnaire, sure I may wear NCR armor and I may have deserted them both but my heart is still with the Legion. This is my last offer Borgia, give me a task any task and if I succeed I will become the second in command of Paradise Falls. And Borgia, you don't want to refuse me again."

OOC: Names, you win everything. Give me a break.

Borgia Manus

"Borgia do not insult me, you call me a moron but I have more intelligence then every man in this place. Sure I walked right into your place without permission but that is because I don't fear anyone here, I could kill every man in this place. Now you may think I am being cocky but Borgia I have been trained by the greatest killers in the United States. And for your information I am no Wastelander, I am a Legionnaire, sure I may wear NCR armor and I may have deserted them both but my heart is still with the Legion. This is my last offer Borgia, give me a task any task and if I succeed I will become the second in command of Paradise Falls. And Borgia, you don't want to refuse me again."

Borgia walked to the man so their noses were almost touching.

"I said I have no problem hiring. However, you continue insulting that which you know nothing of. You are a moron. If you have a problem, get the [censored] out of Paradise Falls. Every order my men receive is carried out to the specifics. You are nothing special. Cocky? No, you are delusional. Go out into Falls and start firing, see what happens."

"Now I'll say this once more. If you want to start as a, what was it you said, grunt? Then by all means. My second in command is Forty and that is unlikely to change."

Borgia heard a knock on his front door. He stepped from the man before him. "Come in."

Forty entered.

"Borgia, Monroe from the Pitt is at the gates. Somewhat angry that he is not allowed in."

"Well, he'll have to get used to added security. I'll be there in a moment, tell Jerry that removal of weapons in unnecessary. Also, get Carolina in here."

Forty nodded and left. Moments later Carolina Red entered.

"I need to go, Domino was it? Carolina will take care of you. Important people await me. If you wish to accept my term, you will be escorted to the barracks and striped, given new armour and weapons. If you deny you will be escorted from the premises." Borgia walked towards the door. "He flinches, put a bullet through his hollow skull," he whispered to Carolina as he walked by her. She giggled.

Dominic ran in front of the door before Borgia left, he was blocking the entrance.

"Borgia DO NOT INSULT ME. You are the delusional one if you deny me what I want, I am more powerful then your entire organization, now I have given you several opportunities of acquiring me and my services and you have refused several times and you call me a moron? Borgia you think you are powerful, you think you are one of the finest in the wasteland, you and Washington D.C. are nothing compared to the Empires I have seen. Right now I could bring two organizations to D.C. and would be able to wipe your pathetic group of the face of the earth, now I do not want to do this, I could make you powerful I could turn you into an Empire. This is my last offer, let me prove myself and grant me my power, refuse and you will regret it." said Dominic.
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Big Town
Three hundred Enclave Soldiers stood in Big Town, some on the roofs of the buildings, some in the buildings, and some on the ground. The soldiers where awaiting the orders to advance but October was no were to be seen, so the soldiers continued to wait. Eventually a Vertibird landed outside of Big Town and President October got out of it along with X, the two men walked into Big Town and the Soldiers erupted into cheer, they had a new President who wanted war.

"Hello my fellow Enclave, in two days we will advance to Fort Zero. The Talon Company and Company are already stationed there but the bunker is capable of holding 1,500 men. In total there should only be around a thousand men there, Zero will become our new base of operations while Raven Rock will be for developing new weapons and armor and a hospital. Now get some rest soldiers."

OOC:Mexican, break out this time now, it won't stop you, frankly, since most of the Enclave troopers are hitting the road to Big Town, ill make you say the guards fell asleep, with their helmets off....

The Citadel

“Elder Lyons, I have very bad news, very bad news indeed.” said Scribe Gary.

“And what news is this?” replied Lyons.

“Two enemies from the past are here in D.C.?”

“What? Who?”

“Sir, we have spotted the Enclave and the New California Republic.”

“This…This cannot be! We escaped them, we came here and are fighting to build civilization and those war wishers have come to destroy it! I will not allow this, we will fight, abandon the Super Mutant threat, call for all Brotherhood of Steel members to come to the Citadel. If it is war they want, WAR THEY WILL GET!”

The House

Omega Squad returned to the House, the group had already declared Dominic a deserter, the squad was gearing up and getting ready to move into the Wasteland. It was revealed that the Brotherhood were not based in D.C. but had an operation going on there to rid the city of Super Mutants. Omega Squad was going to head to a shack north of Grayditch, which was luckily north of the Citadel. The squad took all there equipment and got ready to go.

Big Town

“Now that the Enclave is once again an army and not xenophobic pussies being ruled by a President who believed that he would be powerful through hiding we will issue war on the Brotherhood of Steel, once we defeat them we will use all they tech they have acquired and destroy the Paradise Falls Slavers and then the Talon Company! They think we are there allies but they are wrong, we are using them, I thought I would let you all know this.” said President Eden “Soon Washington D.C. will be a glorious place and when we control it the Enclave will grow and grow! Now unlike my previous Enclave leaders who have believed everyone in the Wasteland where nothing but contaminated freaks, well they were wrong. Ghouls, Super Mutants, and mutated humans will be killed, but humans without mutation will be spared. Except those who defy us.”

Fort Zero

“My fellow Talon Company, for years we have ruled over the Wasteland Mercenary business with an iron fist, but we can be more then simple mercenaries, we can be rulers! The Enclave have allowed us to do this, with there leadership we will bring the Talon Company into a force the likes of which the Wasteland has never seen.”

OOC: Mexican, this is your chance!


Frank Linville-Raven Rock-Nightfall:

Frank awoke, men were falling into the Vertibird landing pad. His name was on the list. Most of the men, draqed in Combat Armor, and holding FN FAL's were loading into the vehicles, even the guards of Mary, they were called up. The Vertibirds flew into the night, they landed in Big Town, Frank walked out, and saw the base, men were running around, some were going into their Barracks, some where even going out on patrol. When he arrived in his Barracks, Barracks No. 121, he looked at the ceiling.

"This is how war beings...." he muttered, with his squad members looking at him.
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Jose Lopez-Rivet City-Night:

Rivet City seemed fine having a ghoul in their city, people looked at him as a regular person. A woman who was sweeping the floors told him "That we have seen worse looking people than you."

Jose finally found a home...for now.

President October. Fort Zero. July 8th 2274.

The Fort Zero Auditorium was filled with people, packed, the Talon Company, the Company, and last but most certainly not least the Enclave all stood in it, President October stood in front of them all with a microphone.

“Hello my fellow Americans, for years the Enclave has struggled for power. We were defeated by a simple tribal many years ago and were forced to come to Washington D.C. now I believe that was for the best. If we would of never came here we would have been destroyed by the NCR, I don’t necessarily like to admit it but it is true. Now that we are in D.C. and we are once again powerful within time this land will be ours.” said October “Many of you may wonder why I have hired the Talon Company and the Company and there is only one reason, I believe these two are the strongest in the Wasteland, all they ever needed was some true leadership, Enclave leadership. Now all Enclave members leave the room, I want to speak with the others in private.”

Ever Enclave member left the auditorium leaving every Talon Company and the Company member in the world in the auditorium. President October smiled and left the room leaving all of them confused, suddenly a green gas started to fill the room and every man collapsed, once the gas left the room by the vents it was released into the wasteland where it was ineffective. Commander October looked at all the bodies that were on the ground, they all started to stand up with blank looks on there face, none of them questioning what happened. October walked back into the auditorium and grabbed the microphone.

“You will obey my every command.” said October.

“I will obey your every command.” said each and every person who was affected by the gas.

“Excellent.”

Frank Linville-Fort Big Town-Morning:

Frank woke at this bunk. There was fog and rain in the air. He walked out, absorbing the moisture, and smiled. He saw a dirty little puppy that had been left outside in the base. It was from Raven Rock, they brought it over to Big Town to raise morale. He gave it a pet with his glove on. He was wearing his Combat armor, and had his helmet strung on a strap around his neck. His clean cut black hair seemed to fade in with the fog. He slung his FN-FAL around his shoulder, and walked to the Mess Tent. They were serving "Mystery Bacon" and "Scrambled Mirelurk". It gave off a horrid sent, but Frank ate it. After an hour of listening to the radio and eating, he got up and went back to the barracks. He laid back down, and opened the book up about Robert F. Kennedy.

Chapter 10: The attempted Assassination Attempt

In in 1968, a man walked up to Robert, fired a shot, but missed. Robert's guards quickly rushed the man, arresting him on charges of killing a US politician. The man was later given the Electric Chair death. Robert later became President after a election battle with John Osa.

Frank closed the book, and fell asleep.

Borgia Manus


"Borgia DO NOT INSULT ME. You are the delusional one if you deny me what I want, I am more powerful then your entire organization, now I have given you several opportunities of acquiring me and my services and you have refused several times and you call me a moron? Borgia you think you are powerful, you think you are one of the finest in the wasteland, you and Washington D.C. are nothing compared to the Empires I have seen. Right now I could bring two organizations to D.C. and would be able to wipe your pathetic group of the face of the earth, now I do not want to do this, I could make you powerful I could turn you into an Empire. This is my last offer, let me prove myself and grant me my power, refuse and you will regret it."

Who gave this moron permission to call me Borgia?

"Listen kid, I don't know how you don't understand this, so I'll just spell it out for you. You can join the slavers. You will join low, and may never rise above weapon maintenance. If you and your hilariously inflated ego have some sort of issue, leave. If you are willing to accept, go with Carolina."

Borgia turned from the man and walked to the exit of his home, without waiting for a response. The man was simply asking to become a lowly, insignificant slaver. The drama surrounding the situation was quite amusing. Borgia walked from his house to the entrance of Falls, where Monroe and his men waited. He cleared them for entry and escorted them towards the slave pens, making idle conversation.

Once they arrived Borgia momentarily left Monroe and co. in the hands of Forty, to begin the business negotiations. We made his way towards his house, but abruptly stopped once he remembered the unbearably annoying [censored] who barged into Borgia's quarters. More of a reason to hate him, I should have him shot. Borgia shook his head in frustration, turning back towards the pens.


When he arrived, Monroe was speaking to a slave.... Ivan.. something. Completely useless, got smacked around for passing a comment to the wrong slaver.. or something of the like. Borgia didn't really pay much attention to what happened before he came to power, and the slave had remained relatively quiet since.

"Ah yes, Ivan. Very hard worker, this slave. He comes in highly recommended," Borgia interrupted. "Now, Monroe. Once you've chosen your slaves, have Jerry here right up a list," Borgia said, pointing towards Jerry who was clutching the rough list and a pencil. "Come to my home, previously Eulogy's Pad. I'll take your payment and check the slaves, normal protocol really. Then another deal between the Pitt and Paradise Falls will be concluded," Borgia finished, winking. He left the two men to their conversation, although Borgia didn't know the Pitt bought slaves based on personality, and returned to his house.

Borgia gave the same answer to Dominic despite his clear warnings, it puzzled Dominic as to why, either Borgia was an idiot or he was blinded by the power he thought he had, either way he had angered Dominic, few people angered Dominic and those who did usually ended up dead, along with anyone who stood in Dominic’s way. What Dominic did not realize was the fact that he was no longer in California, nobody had heard of Dominic the Destroyer, Dominic was used to people bowing down to him out of fear, here in Washington D.C. no one knew his name, but Dominic had the power to crush everyone here, if he sided with the right people. But now Dominic was in a stump, he could easily kill everyone here but he needed a plan first, one that would take a while so Dominic did something he had never done before, he caved.

“Alright Carolina, what do I need to do?” said Dominic before releasing a heavy sigh of disappointment.

“Glad your apart of the team, first we need to bring you to the armory, there you will be given your outfit either a Veteran or Charmer suit, which do you prefer? By your looks I assume charmer.” said Carolina.

“Well Carolina you seem to know me quite well, Charmer.”

Carolina giggled, “Right this way.”

Dominic followed Carolina to the armory, a Quartermaster stood behind a chain link fence with a hole cut in it that was used to give the equipment.

“Carolina this a new recruit?” asked the Quartermaster.

“You betcha, and I guess he has quite the profile, or at least that’s what he has said, I didn’t hear it myself.” replied Carolina.

“So Charmer or Veteran?”

“Charmer.”

The Quartermaster handed Carolina the suit and she gave it to Dominic, it was [censored] compared to his armor, well in terms of protection, it actually looked much snazzier.

“Do I have to wear it? I mean it looks good but my armor is better at stopping bullets.” asked Borgia.

“You’ve pissed the boss off quite enough, he asked me to kill you, I recommend you wear the suit.” replied Carolina.

“Good point. So do you got any place where I can change.”

“Now normally I would say the barracks but you are looking mighty fine, follow me to my place, the best slavers in Paradise Falls get there own place.” said Carolina.

“Can’t wait till I get mine.” said Dominic, Even though I should have my own place now.

Dominic followed Carolina to her place, she opened the door and Dominic walked in, she locked the door and then pointed to a room upstairs.

“That’s my bedroom, take the armor off but don’t get in your suit just yet.” said Carolina.

Dominic knew what was coming, suddenly his day got a lot better, he quickly rushed up the stairs and practically popped out of his armor, Dominic got into the bed and awaited Carolina. A few minutes passed and she walked into the room wearing nothing at all.

Maybe starting out at the bottom isn’t so bad. Carolina got into the bed and ran her fingers down Dominic’s bare chest.

“So Dominic, you claimed to have skills unlike the rest of us, what are these skills?” asked Carolina.

“Well, I was born in a army of tribal’s known as Caesars Legion. They were brutal warriors, the best I have ever seen, but Caesar’s hate against tech forced me to ultimately leave. When I left I joined several groups, mercenaries, slavers, [censored] I even joined a raider gang but they were all nothing compared to the Legion, but then I found out about the NCR. The NCR were not as powerful as the Legion but they were larger and openly used all tech. I have been with the NCR for ten years now but I am deserting to go back to my slaver routes. Since I can no longer go back to the Legion I am forced to find a group that I believe can be turned into something close to the Legion, so that is why I am here.”

“Wow Dominic, you seem like a bad ass. If it were up to me you would be the leader of the Falls.” she said.

“Thank you, now lets get to business.” said Dominic.

“Not saying no to that!”

Mary

Mary's guards pushed her into the Vertibird. They flew into the night, Mary tied by ropes. They were heading to some place called Big Town, Alex had mentioned it before. Remembering Alex, she kept her thoughts company by thinking of him the whole trip. In the middle of the trip, Mary stood up, making the Enclave soldier holding her down jump, and she turned and smashed her head against his. Fortunately, all their helmets were off. She kicked another one sitting in the corner, and dodged an attack from a sword. She jumped up and choked the last one with her ropes. Then, she took the w\sword and cut her hands free, by then the pilot had the Vertibird set to auto. She stood near the door, and when the man charged her, she moved out of the way and opened the hatch. He fell out, and she took control of the wheel.

"May God have mercy on my enemies, because I sure as hell won't."

Frank Linville-On patrol-Morning:

Frank awoke after a small nap with a vertibird flying over head. He smiled for a moment, then saw something horrid, something so sick. A man was thrown out of the Vertibird, still alive. It was considered rouge and to be shot down.

"GUYS! ITS A ROUGE VERTIBIRD!" he shouted, the men awoke, and fired at it with armor piercing rounds, which crippled the engine, and regular fire, which totally fazed the pilot. The pilot was clearly inexperienced, he knew it was either a solider trying to desert, or a prisoner. The Vertibird landed in the pine tree forests of the mountains. They figured the man or woman died or was crippled from the injures.

OOC: I think they should be alive Pine Trees. Mexican, Mary got 'shot down' over the mountains, possibly a survival story? Also, make Mary a little wounded, like a cut or a graze or something.

OOC: This happened during the time jump.

Monroe

The Pitt - Uptown - June 16, 2274 7:30pm

"Home again", thought Monroe as he entered Uptown. "If Ashur was going to arrest me it would have been done by now.". After spending the last two days in a side car, Monroe badly needed a drink and some sleep before he talked to the Boss.

"Well, looky here", came a familiar voice from behind him. "The conquering Hero returns to the Pitt!" Monroe turned around to see Krenshaw, who had been leaning against the wall out of his field of view. He was alone, which he wouldn't have been if he was here to arrest him. "Scared you, did I", chuckled Krenshaw, noting Monroe's surprise. "You can relax, our Messiah still loves you....why that is I haven't got a f****** clue.". He then pushed himself upright and walked towards Monroe, they then shook hands, using the old Steel Fist handshake they both knew well. "Good work, bro...way to represent with the Brotherhood!"

"We taught them we're not little b*tches like the punks that call themselves "Raiders" in the Capital Wasteland", said Monroe. "Of course, next time they'll bring enough guns to get the job done....they aren't stupid."

"Yeah", said Krenshaw as they walked towards Harris's Bar. "That's one of the things Ashur wants to talk to you about. But that's not the reason he called you back."

"What is it, then?", asked Monroe.

"Wernher.", replied Krenshaw. "Stupid f*** tried to make a play, Ashur slapped him down just like everyone else that has tried. On the bright side, Ashur gave me his job." Krenshaw grinned.

"So that's it", thought Monroe. "Having his #2 try to make a play against him undoubtedly has Ashur pissed. Probably going to make an example of the dumbs**** in front of the rest of us."

"Ashur told me to tell you to unwind and get some shuteye and he'll see you in the morning.", continued Krenshaw. "Between Wehrner and recent events in the Capital Wasteland, the two of you will have a lot to talk about."

Uptown - Haven - June 17, 2274 8:00 am

"Have a seat, Monroe.", Ashur said serenely as he took his seat behind his desk. "It's good to see you again. I must say, I'm quite pleased with your performance in the Capital Wasteland." "Thank you, sir.", said Monroe as he took his seat once Ashur sat down. "Sorry about the mess with the Brotherhood."

"You have nothing to apologize for when it comes to that.", said Ashur. "In spite of everything, they are still my Brothers and Sisters....I don't need to explain to you what that means...but your duty was to defend the post I entrusted to your care against all comers, not worry about my past allegiances. Even if Elder Lyons hadn't had the sense to contact me before you dealt with them all, I wouldn't have held it against you. Speaking of that, did you bring the tapes?"

"Yes, sir", said Monroe as he pulled the two holodiscs Star-Paladin Cross had given him out of his saddlebag and handed them to Ashur. "Are these really the secret to power armor?"

"We'll see.", said Ashur as he got up and motioned Monroe to follow him. "Sandra has set up the means for us to find that out." Together they walked into Haven's lab, where Ashur and his wife Sandra spent much of thier time researching a cure to the Trog disease, and other subjects of importance to the Pitt. After greeting Monroe warmly, Sandra took the tapes from Ashur and loaded one into a terminal that sat on a table by itself.

"Might be a virus", Sandra said. "This terminal is not connected to the network so we can see what we have." She then loaded the tape marked T-45d. Data scrolled down the screen as she executed some programs. "Virus check...negative. Checksums match.", said Sandra. "Let's take a look.". She then ordered the terminal to load the tape, data scrolled down the screen again, along with what looked like blueprints and formulas. "This one's good, Ish.", said Sandra as she removed the tape and inserted the other one. "I'd appreciate it if you could use this to fix that rusty junk you insist on wearing into battle before I become your widow. And I see you rolling your eyes at me Ishmael Ashur!" Ashur looked at Monroe and grinned sheepishly at that as Sandra began the tests on the tape marked T-51b. After a few minutes she finished her tests and removed the T-51b tape. "These tapes are the real deal and complete. Everything you need to know to manufacture power armor is right here. It's just a matter of being able to build the specialized tools for the production line and get the right materials."

"How long?", asked Ashur.

"At our current production capacity, T-45d......3-5 years max.", said Sandra. "T-51b, probably 7-10 years. The specialized alloys will be hard to duplicate."

"S***.....", said Monroe. "With the Crew in power armor, even Ronto couldn't stand against us!"

"Exactly right", said Ashur. "If it should ever come to that."

Jose Lopez-Rivet City-Morning:

Jose stood out, watching the fog, he then saw, out the corner of his eye, Brotherhood men on boats, intent on going to Rivet City. Their leader, addressed herself as "Commander Sarah Lyons of the Lyon's Pride." The Lyon's Pride had about 200 men total, made up of the most elite men in the Brotherhood. The guard at the gate walked down the bridge, and told the brotherhood to leave, or they would be killed. But on the contrary, the guard was shot by a laser rifle, had his arm blown right off, and thrown into the Potomac. The bridge closed, but the brotherhood engineers were already cutting their way into the small ship. Once It was done, the brotherhood would change into duplicates of the Rivet City guard armor, then they would massacre anyone who fought back. Jose saw them, and he ran down the steps, he ran into his small room, grabbed everything he could stuff in a duffel bag, which was all of the things he had on him, and ran do a hatch door labeled "Execution area." which was basically a long drop. He jumped for it, landing in a deep, clear zone. He assested the situation, swam to shore, and ran as fast as he could into the abandoned ruins of D.C. Everyone knew only Ghouls, raiders, dogs, and rad-scorpions inhabited the 'Exclusion Zone" that was D.C. Jose knew a safe spot, he ran to Arlington Cemetery, into a house, and found some temporary shelter. He walked over to a flame burning in the distance, he saw it up close, a small metal rectangle with writing on it read:

John Fitzgerald Kennedy:
Oh, God, Thy sea is
so great and my
boat is so small.

1917-1963

He was intrigued by the small writing, he knew what it was. John Fitzgerald Kennedy was a president, he didn't know when, he failed History constantly, but he knew he was. Jose walked back to his shelter, and skimmed through possible settlements, then, he realized he knew one that suited him

Tenpenny Tower

It was a former hotel, by the name of 'Empire Hotel'. He figured who ever owned it could prospect off his knowledge, after all, Jose wasn't getting any younger.

DOMINIC: CAROLINA'S BEDROOM

Dominic awoke in Carolina's bed, she was not in the room which puzzled Dominic, he got out of the bed and got into his Charmer outfit. He grabbed his Marksman Carbine and several spare clips loaded them into his back pack, threw it over his shoulder and walked down the stairs, while walking down the stairs he could hear someone arguing with Carolina.

"Carolina you owe me those caps so if you don't hand them over this instant I will blow your [censored] head off!"

"[censored] you [censored]!"

Dominic then heard a viscous punch connect to someones face and he rushed to where it was going on, Carolina was on the floor and a slim guy who looked like a drug addict stood over her, Dominic ran and tackled the man into the wall. He then grabbed the mans head opened the stove and put his head into the stove and began to slam the door back and forth, eventually all that was left of the mans head was bones and a fine red paste. Dominic turned around and helped Carolina off from the floor.

"Are you okay?" asked Dominic in a worried tone.

"Yeah I'm fine, I've taken bullets, punches are nothing."

"Well I sorta killed that guy."

"You did what!"

"What? You know what he did to you!"

"But he was one of us, if Borgia finds out you killed a slaver, [censored] your dead."

"He won't find out, the guy looked like a Jet head anyways!"

"He was a Jet head Dominic."

"The more you know, well who cares I've only regretted one thing in my life and killing some guy who depends on Jet is not it."

"It's best if you tell Borgia yourself, keeping it hidden will just make the punishment worse in the end."

"[censored] Borgia! I ain't afraid of that bastard! He's nothing, the power he thinks he has is blinding him, the man is a fool, I could easily kill him and everyone here! Except you of course, I would leave you alive for obvious reasons."

"Well alright, but at least clean the mess up."

"Later honey later. So what is my first act of business?"

"Outside of Megaton, an escaped slave who just happens to be brothers with the leader of the 21's, a viscous Raider Gang that has been a pain in our asses for a long time. Every slaver in this place is afraid to go after any 21, but since your so all mighty you should have no problem, right?"

"Of course, now I assume this will show Borgia that he was a [censored] idiot and he should of made me his right hand man in the first place."

"Well it will show him your braver then every slaver here."

"Sounds good."

Dominic went to leave the house but Carolina stopped him.

"Don't you need a slave collar?"

"Nah, makes it easier."

She laughed and Dominic kissed her, then walked out the door.

"See ya later Carolina Red."

"By Dominic."

-Ivan Volkov-

Everything around me felt strange and familiar. Disturbing and pleasant. I was dreaming again, I knew, yet there was some part of me that refused of me that thought that maybe this was the real world. No. I just wanted to escape the fact that I was now a slave.

I was on a beach, one with white sand and palm trees. It was very dreamy, I could crawl up and sleep on the sand, it tickled against my toes like delicate silk. The sun was unblocked by clouds and shining softly, the shade of the palm trees was just right to block out the glare.

“Like the sand, Jack?”

I stiffened but I didn't turn around, I didn't want to. I wasn't going to.

“Not going to turn around, huh? Even though we were such good friends. Brothers, even.”

I shook my head and stared at the sand, suddenly interested on a tiny particle of rock. I felt something draqe around my neck, it was colder than ice and I wanted nothing more than to fling it off me. But at the same time I was scared to look at, what must have been his arm.

“You know, if you think about it, I'm the one who should be scared of you.”

-Ivan Volkov-
-Day 16-
-Paradise Falls-

I awoke slowly, letting the sun filter lazily through my hair and into my eyes. Two weeks had gone by since I had been here, even so, my will to fight had still had not diminished. But it was harder to get others to fill the same way.

In the last two weeks, a lot had transpired, Eulogy was assassinated for one. I hadn't even realized he was the leader, I mean he had shown up time to time, just checking up on things, but he didn't involve himself with much.

The man that had replaced him, Borgia, was a different story, however, he was a liberal. The killing of Eulogy and the taking over of Paradise Falls was more than enough to show his drive and ambition. Where as Eulogy was content with what he had, Borgia wanted more.

His reputation as a slaver had preceded him. He was efficient and serious about his job, he wasn't like the other slaver, he wouldn't beat your for pleasure or try to torture you, but God so help you if you crossed him.

It was this change in management that had crushed any spirit for rebellion. Even the old man, Dewey had stopped trying to fight, the slaver had gotten the impression that it was hopeless. Despair hung of the camps, they just waited to be sold.

I walked around the camp again, I had memorized the layout to every last pebble. The metal of the cages were rusty and weak, but a or guards were stationed outside the pens, it would be suicide to try. There wasn't many places for you to escape from unless you were a child and small enough to climb out of the tiny holes and openings.

But this was all presuming that you could get your collar off, the heavy metal necklace that was filled with an explosive charge. Go to far and Ka-Boom, say good-bye svcker. I had seen this myself on Day six when a child had manage to worm his from under the chain link fence and sprinted for freedom. He had got very far before his head was turned to a mist.

I hadn't seen the guard that was stationed there at that time, since then...

I wandered around, it was still early morning, slaves were kicking their feet, mumbling to themselves. If I had could get just a single person to help me, someone to just distract the Guard, then I could possibly escape to freedom.

I had been fidgeting with my slave collar (making everyone around me uncomfortable) and I found it surprisingly familiar, I was sure I would able to get off if I could just get something like a bobby pen. Unfortunately for me, I had no one to talk to. People had been keen to realize I was a trouble maker and ignored me if I came close.

My friends were long gone, Dewey was shot a week ago, he was old and useless, dead weight. Alicia had been sold to some else, for “personal needs” and no one else wanted to sit and listen. Instead of being discouraged, I started to get angry.

Careful brother, anger is a poison. It will destroy you more than it already has.

I slumped against the wall rubbing my temples, the voice of my dreams had been haunting, or rather, annoying me.

“I am not your frigging brother...” I mumbled to no one.

"So tell me, kid. Who did you piss off to get your ass kicked like that, eh?

I slowly looked up, I could still only see out of one eye, I was worried I had gone blind in the other. But the man was still easily seen. He was a little bit taller than average, his raven black hair and piercing blue eyes mad him menacing, but I wasn't go to wilter under his glance.

I stood up, making sure my back was straight, bringing myself up to my full 5'7. I walked over to the entrance of the pens, I looked him straight in the eyes, not breaking his stare. My lips cracked as they parted, my voice was strident.

“I think it was a Mutant, but these guys are so ugly, who can tell the difference.”

I saw the guard stiffen out of my peripheral, I allowed a small smirk. I slowly realized that I had a chance to get out of here, I don't where I would be going but I would have a better chance of escaping, not everywhere can be like the Falls.

“The name's Ivan Volkov,”

I stuck my hand through one of the holes in the chain link fence, though the guard looked like he was ready to pounce.

Monroe

Paradise Falls - 12:15pm

“I think it was a Mutant, but these guys are so ugly, who can tell the difference.”, said the slave with barely concealed contempt. He then sat up straight and got to his feet then walked over towards Monroe. Unlike the other slaves..except Susan, who knew him...he seemed to be making a point of making eye contact with him, noted Monroe. He was wary, naturally, but not afraid.

"I was right", thought Monroe to himself. "They haven't broken this kid yet." He noticed the slave would occasionally look to his left, and after the last glance stiffened a bit.

"Forty...", said Monroe menacingly without looking away from the slave who was walking up to him. The medic, however, turned to face Forty and placed his hand on the butt of the holstered revolver at his waist, then smiled icily at him without saying a word. Jerry, noticing this, immediately backed out from between Monroe and his men and Forty. Forty, knowing he was on his own against two Pitt Raiders, and bewildered by their seeming concern for what he considered to be nothing but meat, backed off at the implied threat and contented himself with keeping his distance and staring daggers at Volkov.

"If that p*ick doesn't buy you, I'm culling your ass, meat.", Forty thought to himself. "Borgia won't give a s***".

The slave then walked up to the fence and stuck his hand through a hole. "The name's Ivan Volkov”, he said.

Forty was steaming about even this minor defiance on Volkov's part, he now wanted to kill Volkov so bad he could taste it, but he knew either Monroe or his friend would kill him without blinking...and Borgia would overlook it in exchange for enough of an apology to save his face and a sum of caps as "reparations". He did too much business with Ashur to do otherwise. So Forty slung his rifle and fumed. The medic removed his hand from his revolver but continued to watch Forty.

"I'm Monroe", said Monroe as he took Ivan's outstretched hand and shook it. "My men usually refer to me as Boss, but I answer to either."

Before Ivan could reply, Borgia walked up. Too preoccupied by his anger at his recent visitor to spot the slowly dissipating tension between Forty and Monroe and his man, not to mention his surprise at how Monroe was talking to one of the slaves as if he were a person, he then spoke to Monroe.

"Ah yes, Ivan. Very hard worker, this slave. He comes in highly recommended," Borgia interrupted. "Now, Monroe. Once you've chosen your slaves, have Jerry here write up a list," Borgia said, pointing towards Jerry who was clutching the rough list and a pencil. "Come to my home, previously Eulogy's Pad. I'll take your payment and check the slaves, normal protocol really. Then another deal between the Pitt and Paradise Falls will be concluded," Borgia finished, winking.

Deciding it would be impolite to point out Jerry already had that list written up, Monroe merely agreed. Borgia, satisfied, then left for his quarters. "Wonder what's on his mind?, thought Monroe. "Seemed distracted." He then turned back to Ivan and drew close to the fence and lowered his voice so Forty and Jerry couldn't hear.

"I think Borgia is trying to blow smoke up my ass, Ivan.", Monroe said quietly. "I think the truth is you're a s****y and disobedient slave and he wants you gone. The funny thing about that is it's the reason I like you." Ivan's eye widened a bit at that, he clearly wasn't expecting to hear what Monroe had just said. "I'm here to buy workers for the Pitt, no doubt you've heard of it.", Monroe continued as Ivan nodded. "The Pitt is a hard place, working in the Mill, the mines, or the farms and factories isn't a whole lot of fun. We won't put up with any s*** from you either, but if you do what you're told you will be looked after. But most importantly from where you're standing, there is a way out for those with the sack to take it."

"Like that woman?", snapped Ivan in the same low voice, who had heard enough of Susan's conversation with Monroe to understand what she had agreed to. "I'd rather take a bullet than be a Rent-Boy!"

Monroe laughed. "Good to see you haven't lost your sense of humor in here, Ivan.", he chuckled. "That is not what I mean at all. I know Susan, she sells herself by choice..she actually enjoys it. She'll be seeing more clients than she would normally, but a few years with us and she'll be free again and not be used up. But there is another option....a very dangerous one. Succeed, and you'll be a free man and on top of that you'll never be alone again. Failure, though....means certain death. What do you say, Ivan?"

Ivan considered for a moment. He had heard stories about the Pitt...the toxic rivers, Trogs, and roving gang of psychos...and it sounded like a horrid place. But he had no hope at all here, and by the way the guard..who Monroe addressed as Forty..looked at him now he'd join poor Dewey in death before sunset if he stayed here. And from what Monroe said there was some sort of procedure to win back his freedom, if he was willing to stake his life on it. "No way out but forward", thought Ivan.

Monroe waited as Ivan weighed his options, few as they were. After a long pause, he then appeared to make up his mind, then spoke. "I'd like to hear more about this option.....Boss.", Ivan said.

"Wise choice.", said Monroe approvingly. He then smiled. "We'll talk of it at length later. For now you do what you're told, when you're told and at least pretend to like it, especially until I've gotten you clear of this s***hole.". Monroe then turned to Forty. "Bring him out so Billy can look him over". Forty complied grudgingly, and the medic looked him over.

"Basically sound, but it'll be a couple weeks before he can make the trip to the Pitt.", said the medic. "They worked him over pretty bad and except for Lancaster, they're all recovering from malnutrition. Looks like Borgia at least feeds them better than Eulogy did"

"Good enough", said Monroe. He hadn't had Susan or the other women fully examined yet, that would be done back at Camp because he knew what they were probably going to find and he'd displayed his temper here enough. "We have work enough here before they ship out anyway." He then turned to Jerry.

"I'll take him, too." After taking a copy of the list from Jerry, and comparing it to the master copy Jerry had, he then told the medic to let the men know they would be shipping out with the new workers then join him at Borgia's. He then walked to Borgia's house, noting he had guards outside at the door, and another on the balcony.

"Tell Borgia I'm here", said Monroe to the tougher looking of the two guards. "I have picked out the product I want, now I wish to make the final arrangements."

Borgia Manus

Borgia entered his home, quickly scanning it as he did so. There was no sigh of the idiot who had recently barged into Borgia's quarters, nor was there a sign of Carolina.

Hopefully she's killed the [censored], Borgia thought to himself. If he wasn't preoccupied with Monroe's visit, he would probably have been able to contemplate more clearly the situation. The boy stormed into Falls and began shouting his stupid little head off. Yet Borgia let him go, without any consequences for his disrespectful behaviour.

Part of Borgia hoped the idiot had agreed to serve at Falls, just so he could publicly humiliate him.

Borgia cleared his mind. He had a brief moment of peace, and so he fell to his heart shaped mattress, closing his eyes. He began drifting in and out of consciousness, dreaming of nothing he would be able to recall the moment he awoke. After what Borgia assumed was a few minutes he heard somebody call his name. Borgia opened his eyes and saw one of his guard standing above him.

"What is it, Owen?"

"Sir, the Pitt slaver is here," the huge man replied. Borgia nodded and arose from the mattress.

"Send him in."


Monroe entered Borgia's home with a single man, one who looked neither as ruthless or as skilled with weapons as the raiders who were left outside. Jerry entered behind the two men.

"Monroe, I believe you are done. If you wouldn't mind..." Borgia extended his arm towards Monroe, who handed Borgia the list of names. He read over them quickly, before handing the list to Jerry.

"Jerry, check the list against the slaves leaving my pen."

"No problem, Borgia," Jerry muttered before leaving the building.

"Just to make sure you aren't carrying more slaves than your paying for," Borgia said to Monroe. "Speaking of which, you have ten slaves. Slaves are normally 1,000 caps a head, but seeing as the Pitt is a regular client, and you are buying in bulk, it'll be 6,000 caps. You can just pay now."

It has been two weeks since Eric was saved by the super mutant called Arnold or Arnie as he preferred. Eric had tried to get into Megaton but couldn't as at the time Springvale was crawling with Raiders, but Eric then got a message from one of Moriarty's workers.

The message read:
Eric
Need to you to meet me at Tenpenny Tower, Megaton and the surrounding area is covered in regulators too dangerous for business, oh and by the way need you to travel to Andale on the way, the locals will give you something of value.
Moriarty.

So Eric with Arnie headed for Andale to pick up the valuable.